Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls"Are you finished yet, Fury?"More Like This
An uncharacteristic giggle rose from the plume of hair behind the canvas, "Almost."
"You said that half an hour ago. I swear, you're doing this just to spite me now." Death groaned.
Fury clucked her tongue in admonishment, "I told you that I intended to collect the full payment. Now be quiet and let me work."
Death couldn't really remember why he ended up in this risqué position. Or rather, which bet it was exactly that his sister was collecting on. For all he knew, it could have been on any number of them that they had made in their periods of boredom. Oh! What a mistake that was...
Not that they had much to do at the moment. Fury came to him one morning telling him that she intended on collecting on some bet that she had won between the four of them. He shrugged and went with it thinking that he might as well get it over with; whatever it was, couldn't be that bad.
Then she told him to strip off all his clothing and lay on the couch that was set up